Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"

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Thursday, July 2, 2009

Popeye

Belated Happy Canada Day to all you Northerners!

Now, if YOU walked out of the opthamologists office and they gave you seven medications to be administered 16 times a day, you'd be pissed right? You would have a hard time remembering everything, right? OK, now imagine it's your DOG....and you work and you're not home all day to give meds and such. To top it off, he may just die of anxiety with that cone on - heavy breathing, whining and clearing coffee tables. For the love of a dog, I swear. Poor Magnus - an ulcerated eye and a baby cat scratch has sent him down this path. Bless it....In workout news...Recovered from irongirl, still felt the legs riding last nite but was able to move forward so that was a bonus. Off for a 3 mile run that didn't suck an egg either. I was pleased. Gots lots more to do this weekend and really need to start dialing up my ride time. I don't think 25 miles a pop is gonna get it done. That's 75/week to you and me. I am hopeful that all my base miles from last year will pay off. Speaking of which, I heard a rumor that the year after and 'ironman year' can be your best, race wise. Let's test that theory. So far, so good.

IronMissy - it's official!

Enough about me, what do you think about me?

I'm not really great at swimming, biking or running...I'm just OK at all three! Hell, I pretty much just ride for fun and run for the company any more. I have dogs instead of kids and think that all my friends WITH kids are saints. I write as though I'm talking so forgive my "proper" use of grammar.